I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
-Ulysses
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FYEAH Tajikistan
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Стыдно!
Напился, ругался, сломал деревцо -
стыдно смотреть людям в лицо!
Ashamed!
Got drunk, swore, broke a tree -
Ashamed to face people!
Stydno!
Napilsya, rygalsya, slomal derevtso -
Stydno smoyret’ lyudyam v litso!
(via fyeaheasterneurope)
A Dozen Writers Put Down Their Pens to Prove the Might of a March
“No one knew quite what to expect on Sunday. But when the 12 writers left Pushkin Square at lunchtime, they were trailed by a crowd that swelled to an estimated 10,000 people, stopping traffic and filling boulevards for 1.2 miles. Many wore the white ribbons that are a symbol of opposition to Mr. Putin’s government. The police did not interfere, although the organizers had not received a permit to march.”
(via Russian Writers Demonstrate the Might of a March - NYTimes.com)
Photo by Dmitry Kostyukov for The New York Times
Boss.
This whole article reads like something from an absurdist novel.
Irina Yasina, one of the action’s organizers, said events like the one on Sunday confronted the government with a new and vexing dilemma because, as she put it, “writers are moral people, and the demand for morality is huge.”
“Moral people came out, and they don’t know what to do with this,” Ms. Yasina said. “They know what to do with Udaltsov — force against force. They know what to do with Navalny — force against force. They don’t know what to do with civic protest. They won’t be able to come up with anything. It’s impossible.”
I’m really fascinated by the way Russians imbue writers with such moral authority. It is hard for us to imagine in America. One of the themes throughout the twentieth century Russian literature class I took this semester was the writer as a dissident, and usually a solitary figure. In the Master and Margarita, Dr Zhivago and Invitation to a Beheading, the writer characters are isolated voices, individuals fighting to preserve the right to an individual artistic vision. The writers who perished under Stalin, and the dissidents who went into exile, did so as individuals. They were individuals with an amplified strength of conscience, but not leaders of movements. There has not been a Russian Vaclav Havel. That is what makes this protest all the more interesting. Perhaps we all, even Russians, live in a time of social movements rather than heroic individuals.
Savannah Cotton Exchange #georgia #usa #my photo #land of cotton # savannah (Taken with instagram)
Egret colony that I thought were flowers until one flew away (Harris neck, Georgia)
US Supply Lines to Afghanistan - The Northern Distribution Network (Washington Post)
This is incredibly complex and impressive. A little confused as to how anything supposedly moves by rail through Tajikistan, though?
China is indeed puzzling…
Not sure what this is, but love it
(via fuckyeahcartography)
(or at least looked better in vintage pictures)
Better late than never!
